Monday, November 09, 2009

Fast Food Corner


An Ode to Arby's Curly Fries:

Your curls are addicting
Your spices ... uplifting.

Perfectly fried
I eat you wide-eyed.

Separate you from each other
Because I want to eat another.

Should I dip you in ketchup or horsey sauce?
It doesn't matter, because I'm your boss.

You make sweet music partnered with a roast beef sandwich.
Yes sir, I'd say you finally did find your niche.

8 comments:

Alaina said...

here here! I second that moving poem!

Now I'm hungry. Thanks.

Steph said...

I love Arby's curly fries. I prefer them with cheese sauce, you know so I can get the most calories possible.

Ink and Stone said...

Getting stitches out of my mouth today. Can't eat. Thanks for torturing me! And those curly fries are gooooood.

Ohio is the better said...

arby's finally coming to brooklyn
gonna check it out when it opens

never had it

Lisa said...

Lovely poem, Kal!

If they'd sprinkle truffle oil on them you could make a song called "The Curly Truffle."

Four Dinners said...

It's food! A poem to food!

Marvellous.

How about a poem to vodka?

Jody said...

OMG you totally just made me drool

snowelf said...

Yesterday at work, someone told me that Arby's stood for:

America's Roast Beef? Yes, Sir!

I don't know if this is true or not.

--snow